On a normal day in 2006, I woke up. My eyes opened quietly and I realized with horror that I was living someone else’s life. I was married to a man I barely liked, working a dead-end job in the same Midwestern town I was born in, and trapped under years of “shoulds” and “this is how things are dones.”


As of 7:41 a.m. today, I am a recovering marketing executive.

This morning, I withdrew my candidacy for an executive position that would have paid me nearly six-figures. The closer I got to the offer, the more I knew what I needed to do: withdraw. The position included frequent work-sponsored trips to locations all over the world.